Who gave you the right
To steal my heart
Or toy with my lust
As you find ways
To make me crave your touch
You’re tricky with your words
Only allowing me short bursts
Of your coy love
Always leaving me needing more
Making me want
To cross the world for you
Just to find you in the arms of another lover
Because she is your heart
And I am simply a plaything
But what’s better?
To be used
Or untouched